Bb            C                   F                     Bb
I'm tired of boys who fight with girls and stain their sheets,
Bb         C                   F                    Bb
And girls who tell stories of boys and graze their knees,
Bb                 C               F
And where did you get to smell so sweet,
                       Bb
Is that sweetness for me,
Bb               C                      F
And where did I find these eyes that I found,
                         Bb
They will surely let me down.


          Bb                    F                         Gm
And your hair stops short of a line which starts at your neck,
                     D                       Em 
And flows over your collarbone down to your breast,
          F                 Bb
Where my hand lies ever so gently.


        Bb                            F                            Gm
And my hand starts to move down your stomach and in between those thighs,
      D                      Em           F                Bb
To a soft warm place I call home and may god protect your home.


Bb                  C                   F                       Bb
There's a lady who cries and builds a shrine to her miscarried child,
Bb                   C                   F                   Bb
And a small boy who cries and cries and cries and cries and cries.
Bb           C                         F                    Bb
I see these sights with the sleepiest eyes and a heart so contentedly wise and tired,
Bb                      C                           F                   Bb
And now I bathe in the light of the most beautiful heavenly angel this side of the sun.


          Bb                    F                         Gm
And your hair stops short of a line which starts at your neck,
                     D                       Em 
And flows over your collarbone down to your breast,
          F                 Bb
Where my hand lies ever so gently.


        Bb                            F                            Gm
And my hand starts to move down your stomach and in between those thighs,
      D                      Em           F                Bb
To a soft warm place I call home and may god protect your home.